Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I went out to dinner tonight with two of my friends, one male and one female. This conversation happened...

Female Friend: Some of the female grad students are having a fancy tea party with china and everything. The facebook invite says to feel free to add any history grad girls so I thought I'd mention it to you in case you want me to add you.

Me: I'd like you to close your eyes and imagine me at a fancy tea party.

Female Friend: Yeah. That's what I thought.

Me: How's that image working out for ya?

Male Friend: Great, actually. I see you in a frilly, pink dress. You're serving some Earl Grey to a stuffed toy.

Me: Yeah. Like that would happen.

Male Friend: That's what makes the image so much fun for me! Oh, the teddy bear just insulted Neil Gaiman. Now it's getting ugly!

I love my friends. They know me so well.

Nothing in this post is meant to in any way imply that there is anything wrong with fancy tea parties. For other people. They just aren't for me. I don't do fancy and proper and I don't even like tea.

Yes, but see at your parties you are with your actual friends and you do something else, namely watch a tv show. At least the ones I know about. This would be mostly people I hardly know who just happen to be in the same program as me doing nothing but sitting around talking and sipping tea. That just sounds so bloody boring and frou-frou.